the sand has expanded its territory
the sea is getting more shallow
the vines that crawl on the sand
tease the waves into a play
you are into some ways finding
how to forget how to heal
the 50-year old man has a wound
and the fat woman is about to cry
there is a big bottle of beer in the basket
and some butterscotch and crackers
all of you are crazy about the first sunset
and the bigger waves at the end of the day
the one-year old baby is naked and
holding tightly on the mother's breast
i may be lost too just like the rest here
but this is only temporary. I assure you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem